Michael Griffiths
Rock n' Roll Doggie
"Drifting In And Out Of Reflection"
Drifting in a machine
of the world?s webs,
I dream of becoming my own operator.
To see my human flesh in this world
is to see a life come from
nowhere.
To see my father?s face
every time I look in the mirror,
I have to wonder: where are the people who
knew him?
For these people will never know him?
they don?t even care to know me,
letting me drift away without any
real authenticity,
keeping me from becoming the true soul
of my father?s face.
This is also an old poem from a couple years ago. It's loosely based on a poem Leonard Cohen wrote about his own father. (So I wrote it about my dad, in the same kind of tone as Leonard's poem, as I really related to it.) His is much better, though!
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The Tempest
Drifting in a machine
of the world?s webs,
I dream of becoming my own operator.
To see my human flesh in this world
is to see a life come from
nowhere.
To see my father?s face
every time I look in the mirror,
I have to wonder: where are the people who
knew him?
For these people will never know him?
they don?t even care to know me,
letting me drift away without any
real authenticity,
keeping me from becoming the true soul
of my father?s face.
This is also an old poem from a couple years ago. It's loosely based on a poem Leonard Cohen wrote about his own father. (So I wrote it about my dad, in the same kind of tone as Leonard's poem, as I really related to it.) His is much better, though!
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The Tempest